So Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are going to split up. Frankly, I’m amazed they’ve lasted this long together. I always thought she was a complete weirdo, wearing vials of blood around her neck and getting weird tattoos, collecting a flock of multi-coloured foreign children, and having been through two husbands already. Sure, she was cute enough when she was in her late teens but she quickly became, in my opinion, one of those actresses who they shove onto the screen in the knowledge that everyone will marvel at how beautiful she is rather than notice she can’t act for shit. Which is great, only if you think – as I do – that she looks more weird than pretty then you’re left wondering how she ever got through an audition.
She’s recently turned her hand to directing, something which I am sure causes Hollywood’s established directors to snigger at behind closed doors. I couldn’t manage to get through more than the first half hour of Unbroken, saccharine-laced guff that it was, and By the Sea sounds like just the sort of self-indulgent shite you’d expect from her: it currently enjoys an IMDB rating of 5.3.
My opinion at the time was that Brad Pitt fucked up royally when he left Jennifer Aniston, who I’ve always thought was adorable. I’m not sure if Aniston would have made a great wife, but she is one hell of a lot less weird than Jolie and appears to be ageing a lot better too. She must be having a chuckle to herself now.